What I see

There's all kinds of kinds. It's simple and true.

There's all kinds of kinds, but there's only one you.

You're different and beautiful for a purpose you see-

You're strong and courageous, my epitome.

Your eyes see the souls that are lost and broken.

I watch as you become someone's new token.

New shoes for sore feet, hungry bellies become full

Your lap to sit on is such a treasureous jewel.

Your love is contageous, making others courageous.

There's all kinds of kinds-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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